Mama, don't cry
The house is still standing.
The wind might be blowing hard,
But the windows are still holding on.
Everything's shaking
Nothing's secure
But
Mama, don't cry.
The house is still here.

Mama, don't cry
We still got time.
Dry those pretty eyes of yours
And crack that smile that I love.
Things might be moving fast,
But that doesn't mean nothing won't last.
I know it's hard
Cause the clock keeps ticking away.
But
Mama, don't cry.
We still got time.

Mama, don't cry
I swear we're never gonna leave.
We've been through too much
Seen too much
To have to say goodbye.
You've always been our life jacket
Our first aid kit
Our glue
To hold us up.
But the tide is changing,
And it's our turn to be
Your parachute
When you feel like jumping out of this life
We're living.
So
Mama, don't cry.

There's so much to look forward to.
Time might be erasing
What you've worked hard for so long
To keep.
But that doesn't mean that we can't rebuild on
What's been lost.

I've been walking a tightrope through the world
but somehow the line has curled
and bent.
And I've spent the better part of my dreamscape
trying to find a cape to pin to my shoulder
use boulders as my paperweights
to stop these thousands of pages
opening up the floodgates.

I will never know how you managed that.
To pull a relationship out of a magicians hat
and say "Abracadabra!"
shortly before saying "Goodbye."
I ask myself this question as if I don't already know why.
Because we reap what we sow in this life
and the undertow that drags us down back to Earth
when we reach for the skies
is only gravity trying to remind us...
...

We were never meant to be Daedlus
because in being a genius
you run the risk of flying just a little
to close to the sun.
And you know you've won the human race
when you can no longer look into the face
of the ones you love.

But reach for the sky anyway.
As if you're being held up by the gunslinger
that we like to call 'Confidence'.
Reinvent bravery
and fall towards Earth when you're done.
Less like a shot down plane,
more like a fallen angel.
We'll all get to wear our halos eventually.